The Winter's Spring (II)

I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.

It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring--the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.

1 comment:

Jax said...

Hello Roger,
What a lovely site! There IS a bit of Clare for every day and mood, isn't there? Thanks, Jax